you told me you knew what death feels like, and I could tell you were telling the truth - eyes that cold did not belong with the living. it sure scared me sometimes but haunted houses were where I spent my childhood; I had learnt how to be friendly to ghosts long ago. give them their space but don't utterly ignore them. don't fear their presence but be terrified of their absence. learn to like them, but don't love them. if you love them, they'll suck your life out of you to make you stay forever. unfortunately, I couldn't take care of the last point of the rulebook. I fell for you so willingly it was a terrifying sight for the ones around us - me slowly laying myself down in a grave that's not really mine. and soon, I could tell you I now knew too what death feels like.